raw food diet horror stories

In a remote oriental country, there is a small and odd restaurant that has refused the three-star rating by the Michelin Guide several times. “The price is fairly expensive over there, 288RMB for a set meal of Egg Fried Rice and a bowl of soup. Ah, and an extra small plate of pickled vegetables as well. Even so, there are still a long line of people queuing up and waiting for a taste. Reservations are not accepted there, only waiting and queuing personally is allowed. “Numerous people fly there on their private planes just to queue up. Furthermore, parking bays and parking spots are not provided there. The service is terrible here. Customers have to clear the tableware themselves and wipe the table as well. For god’s sake, the boss is literally crazy.” ---Michelin Guide ----- Release Rate: 5 Chapters/Week; will be released on Mon, Wed, Fri and Weekend;

Thirty years ago, A meteor fell, revealing God's ruins! A God stepped out from it and started to feed on humans. From that day forth, humanity became the prey of the God, All except for me! Because I feed on God.

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

Mysterious and curious swords scattered across the earth, waiting for their world-renowned Sword Masters. Who can comprehend the miraculous skill that has been passed down from millennia? The city of Chang'an hides those who carry the power of fire and sun, the central plains house giant decaying millennial families, the wild warriors of the Northern Territory silently sharpen their blades, the dance of deceit and cunning occurs among the southern kingdoms... Above the lofty tranquility, a pair of world-dominating gray eyes are slowly opening. Pei Ye raises his head, pulling the Longsword from his stomach: "Immortal Lord of the True Dragon Taiyi... let's see, who is whose prey."

Six months of continuous heavy rainfall has caused global floods. The Arctic glaciers melted, sea levels rose, and seawater flowed backward into rivers. Ancient viruses sealed in ice have been revived, leading to biological mutations and racial evolution. Everyone is trapped at home, unable to go outside. Liang Yuan unexpectedly awakens a Lottery System, which not only allows him to win various daily necessities but also different attributes. When everyone is struggling with a lack of food and clothing, Liang Yuan is enjoying steak, drinking red wine, and having a meat-filled diet every meal. A sexy and alluring neighbor, wearing a spaghetti strap bodycon dress, knocks on his door late at night: "Little brother, can you lend some food to your sister?" Liang Yuan: "Sis, isn't everyone short on food nowadays? Do you really just show up empty-handed to borrow food?"

Wang Fan awakens a food system and thus all dishes he makes are delicious. Then, he begins his culinary journey with a food stall. "The soft and glutinous rice noodle rolls paired with fresh, juicy, and springy shrimp, that wonderful taste is simply incredible." "Grilled skewers are unbeatable, not only is the lamb skewer grilled to perfection and juicy, but it also has a hint of apple fragrance." "Crab Roe Bun is the eternal god! Gently slice through the smooth and tender bun skin, and the golden crab roe and crab meat instantly flow out, the fresh aroma of crab lingering at the tip of your nose, this is the legendary glowing cuisine!" "Darn! Wasn't Boss Wang selling buns at Tiantongyuan just yesterday? I barely managed to rush over here early in the morning, and now you tell me he's gone? Where did he go?!" "Hello? Is this the TV station? I'd like to place a missing person notice!" "Help me up, I can still eat three more bowls!"

Jiang Qiuqiu, a 21st-century food blogger, transmigrates to the interstellar era, completely broke and with nothing to her name. To make a living, a food streamer named Jiang Jiujiu burst onto the scene in the Federation's food livestreaming section, attracting countless bigwigs and hundreds of millions of Federation fans! #Shocking! The fan ranking of a certain streamer in the food section is practically a Federation Central TV press conference!!!# Number one on the list is the Imperial Blade, Admiral Mo Si! Number two is the Head of the Cabinet, Lord Jones! Numbers three to twenty are filled by the Federation's 18 war-faring generals! Everyone: !!!??? * Jiang Qiuqiu originally just wanted to cook to make a living, but she never expected to accidentally become famous, enlist in the army, save a legion, and pick up a husband. One day, a short video blew up the Federation's network. In the video, the Federation's hottest internet celebrity, Jiang Jiujiu, was directing the tall, handsome, and imposing Imperial Blade, Admiral Mo Si—with the very hands that had detonated the Insect Queen—to hold a kitchen knife and chop radishes! She also stated: "She has finally found a man who will cook for her." Countless people sobbed over this beautiful love story! -[Gentle and Sweet Food Blogger x The Great Admiral Who Personally Cooks for the Gentle and Sweet Food Blogger]

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

[Horror-Spieleentwickler: Meine Spiele sind wirklich nicht so gruselig!] Ich hasse Horror. Von den huschenden Geräuschen von Schritten, die hinter mir herjagen, bis zu den leisen, aber beunruhigend kalten Flüstern, die sich um meine Ohren winden... All das. Ich hasse es. So sehr, dass ich anfange zu kotzen, wenn ich eine bestimmte Schwelle erreiche. Und trotzdem bin ich ein Horror-Spieleentwickler. Ein miserabler noch dazu. Also habe ich beschlossen, aufzuhören, angesichts meiner mangelnden Fähigkeiten. Und doch... [Glückwunsch, Sie wurden für das Horror-Spielentwicklungssystem ausgewählt!] Nein, ich will es nicht. Lass mich aufhören. ※ Hinweis: Ihre Welt könnte einige Veränderungen erfahren. Aber keine Sorge! Es ist Teil des Spiels! *** Dies ist eine Geschichte über einen Spieleentwickler, der Horror hasst, aber keine andere Wahl hat, als Spiele zu entwickeln, die gruselig genug sind, um Menschen zu traumatisieren. Sie wollen mich verfluchen, weil ich Sie dazu gebracht habe, sich in die Hose zu machen? Wenn das der Fall ist, wen verfluche ich dann? *** Eine von SCP inspirierte Geschichte mit ihrer eigenen Wendung!

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"